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Under the moon; we now fall down.

Poetry By: FallenMallum
Fantasy



Poetry connected with my story. This poetry is written for my character Sception. Describing his dark powers by way of servants and those whom are closest to him and his evil reign.


Submitted:Feb 24, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Servant one:

To his cruelty I shall not boast; to his cruelty we fear the most. I shudder at the disguise, muses drop to their knees at his lies.

Under the fallen star, this demon was born. Angelic in face and flesh as he makes rampant the claims. Magic in his grasp and hold,

I fear this moment of vanity as he peers into the mirrior near. Never shall the beast cease in his cravings for blood. My Lord, victor and feared

master.

Servant Two:

The blood in his lips, hand on his dagger of choice. Alchemy is horrid in these airs and in his hands. Shall we never become more then the

beast, opposition and handler. We watch as he moves sly, like that of a cat, horrid cat. The moon is full and he knows these things. He knows

when the moon is full and when the plant is deadly. The moon is dark and he becomes frightfully lonely. Shall we never speak these words

once again. His presence nears and the moon falls dark once to three in sin.

Servant One:

His fingers control the airs with magic; his eyes control the fire blazing with just defiance. The fear kindles within me; fear of his touch, his

torment.

Servant Two:

And till his hands reach for daggers filled with menace. Shall we never speak these words again.

Servant One: And until he fingers reach for daggers filled with menace, shall we never speak these words again.

Servant Two:

Now the moon darkens and he shall reign again.

Servant One:

Shall his bones become dust and his lips become snakes.

Servant Two:

Snakes of power? Or snakes of envy?

Servant One:

Snakes of fury of course. Lips like that of medusa; hair like that of raven. Skin like that of the dead, pale and horrid.

Servant Two:

Snakes of his evil reign. Snakes of his magic.

Servant One:

And shall we never speak of this again. His magic now tampers.

Servant Two:

His evil reign now tampers. Never waning.

Servant One:

Never waning. Shall we never speak of this again.

Servant Two:

Shall we never speak of this again.





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